Y/n stares at the red dot on their chest in slight shock, watching it steadily move across their collar bone. Taking a deep breath, they stare towards the source of the laser with a stoic expression. While dark, Y/n could somewhat make out the silhouette of the sniper. They were on top of a balcony not too far from them, and they wore all black clothing that would've let them completely blend into the environment if it wasn't for the ambience of the street lights. It was the perfect place for a clean shot.
With a shaky breath, y/n steeled their nerves and closed their eyes. Whoever this was knows who they are. It doesn't matter who's behind this, only that you make it out alive. If they truly know who they're dealing with, they won't do anything at all. There's a good chance this is a bluff, but if it isn't...
With one final breath, y/n opens their eyes with a blank face. They raised their hand to their head and placed one finger on the middle of their forehead, mouthing out one word:
"Shoot."
